Hebru

[Intro: Sample + Westside Gunn]

"There you go, there you go

What I'm getting from this is really that feeling you were describing before about how it's a very physical act

A big part of it is me being in the studio all of the time and you know, a huge passion of mine is to be able to

Take it to the streets, getting that sort of feedback as I work

It's kind of, like, you get the people to, like, kind of bear witness to your passion manifest and, like, feel it with you or see

Absolutely, and they become part of the process"

Brrt! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (Ayo)

Brrt! Brrt! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

Ayo—MAC in the Supreme with the mic jack (brrt)

These niggas actin' like they ill, they ain't like that

Gatorade 6's, yay flippers, we in the cell reminiscing

All you heard was, "CO, I'm hit", they caught him slippin

Lord forgive him, robbed the dice game, bought a 100 suits

Had the joint on 'em, ten flights, threw 'em off the roof

He landed on Mercer by Versace

Last time they see me I'll be shootin' out the Masi

Gucci tearaway suits, Jesus, make two bricks out of one

Wipe your fucking prints off and we bool

Gold horse from '76, I think this Nicky Barnes shit

Unwrap the third crystal, you know the god fish

Balenciaga bucket shot the whole whip up, he launched it

I make the sky gray, rain yay, Canali jumpers (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)

Ayo, I make the sky gray, rain yay, Canali jumpers

Hi points for throwaways

I know they jam, but I'ma hit you five times in the gut

He need another rib

Fieg purple Maestros on the tight rope

Bags was 35, I had them for 32, they gave them hope

Davey Boy Smith with no kick, with the rubber handle

A new yacht every week, John Sanden sandals (lalalalalala)

Ayo, a new yacht every week, John Sanden sandals

[Verse 2: Keisha Plum]

If Griselda and Adolf had a baby, he would be a little Shady

He would make me his lady

Red roses and blood diamonds for his lady

He would let me read poetry to his enemies

Before he chopped their heads off

Pyramid schemes iller than Madoff

Sticky weed and bulletproof vests

Talk slick, dump a clip in your chest

Poisoning puppies for practice, murderous tendencies

Giving bitches a buck fifty for fun

Packing grenades, he's sipping Perignon

But it's Ace of Spades in my flute

No words exchanged, just give him the signal, my nigga shoot

Japanese denim and Fendi ankle boots

Coconut color Carreras

A hundred for the lipstick, fifty for the mascara

Four-hundred on something see-through from the La Perla

Skin and hair scented in Clive Christian, number one

Baron spectacular, he knew fucking her would be dangerous fun

[Outro]

Tell her, tell her

Can I get my 75 cents?

Tell her, tell her again

Damn, he gon' give it to you

No, I need 75 cents out of you

I got you

Ooh, lemme see that [?], bro

I want it outta her

What you need to do, is you need to tell her-

Guess what, guess what. I got the [?] and I want [?]

Say it, say it again

Give it, give me my 75 cents and I'll show you how I go brrow, he haw, he haw, he

Well, how much, how much?

75 cents

[?] this bitch

You gon' do all that under what?